Here enters the Ferryman.
Ferryman. Who’s that that calls for help?
Will. ’Twas none here, ’twas thou thyself.
Ferryman. I came to help him that called for help.
Why, how now? who is this that’s in the ditch?
You are well enough served to go without a guide
such weather as this.
Will. Sirrah, what companies hath passed your ferry
this morning? 30
Ferryman. None but a couple of gentlemen, that went
to dine at my Lord Cheiny’s.
Will. Shakebag, did not I tell thee as much?
Ferryman. Why, sir, will you have any letters carried
to them?
Will. No, sir; get you gone.
Ferryman. Did you ever see such a mist as this?